October 6, 2010
3 miles. 39 minutes. 13:00 pace.
Got out in the early morning sunshine. I love running this time of year with low humidity and temperatures. (I’m going to keep raving about this for a while, folks, settle in.)
Surprisingly, I met a few fellow runners on the roads. Don’t these people have jobs? But then I realized I’m just like them. So after that bout of insanity, I started to wonder if they were judging me too. I hadn’t shaved my legs, my compression capris might be too tight, my black sports bra might be showing, they might know exactly how slow I am… all things racing through my mind while trying not to trip on the sidewalk. Then I decided I didn’t really care. This is a conversation I have to have with myself every so often as insecurities creep up.
Tomorrow is my day off, so I’m thinking about doing a longer run—4 or 5 miles. I’m trying to ease back into this slowly but with some speed… if that makes any sense at all. I’m not sure any of this made much sense, sorry.
